The village head said a few words and then stopped, only instructing Chen An's family to live their lives well and pay less attention to Zhao and her family.
Although they were said to be separated but still family, Zhao's actions—first causing trouble when Cheng Yue was collecting sweet potato flour, and then Li Manying stealing the secret recipe—were things that no family member would do.
Besides, it was all written in the family division contract that Zhao, as the mother, didn't want Chen An's filial piety, which was practically the same as breaking off relations.
The village head understood this perfectly well, and he wouldn't force Chen An's family to get close to Zhao's family, because that would only make them disliked.
If he weren't the village head, responsible for all sorts of miscellaneous matters in the village, he wouldn't want to bother with that family.
"Alright, I've delivered the money. You guys have breakfast. I'm going back now." The village head stood up, propped his hands on his knees, waved, and was about to leave.
He should have known that Chen An and the others were having breakfast, so he came later. Arriving at mealtime would only make him a laughingstock.
Cheng Yue quickly called out to him, "Uncle Village Head, don't rush off, sit down and eat with us."
The meal was all set out, and the village head even brought money on special occasion. How could he let someone leave on an empty stomach?
"No, you all eat quickly. You still have to go out after you finish eating, so don't delay." After saying that, the village head ran off in a flash, his legs and feet so nimble that he didn't look like a fifty-year-old.
This clearly shows that she doesn't want to take advantage of them.
Chen Lin said, “Our fields are so clean that there isn’t even a single weed. The village head’s family has gone to so much trouble, but they won’t even leave us a meal.”
The family exchanged a glance and shook their heads helplessly. The reason why the village head was so respected by the villagers was because he was impartial and had a great sense of propriety.
Cheng Yue thought that if she didn't want to eat it, she wouldn't. She had originally planned to set up a stall and buy two pounds of it to send over.
After finishing their meal, Cheng Yue took the three children to town. As they passed the village entrance, they could still hear Zhao Shi cursing and yelling, clearly quite angry.
The family was happy and hummed a little tune all the way to the dock.
After the initial boom in business a few days ago, the heluo noodle business has gradually stabilized. After all, no matter how delicious the noodles are, no one can eat them every day.
Therefore, Cheng Yue now only prepares 30 jin of flour each day, so a small number of people will not be able to eat any.
This way, other stalls can also do business. Although Master Chen is strict in his management and explicitly forbids trouble, he still has to be on guard.
Besides, apart from myself, Chen Lin and the others are all children. Making fifty pounds of noodles every day would probably take a toll on their bodies.
Making money is secondary; health is paramount.
It was lunchtime soon, and Cheng Yue quickly sold out of the 30 jin of noodles and packed up her stall.
After packing up her stall, Cheng Yue went to Wu's place as usual. In addition to the ingredients she used for setting up the stall, she bought an extra five catties of meat, one portion of three catties and the other portion of two catties.
The larger portion went to the village head's family, and the smaller portion went to Liu Chunlai; both families had contributed to the wheat field.
If we buy too much meat, they might not accept it; if we buy too little, it won't be enough to eat, especially since the village head's family is large. After thinking it over, we had no choice but to distribute it this way.
Then, thinking that the walnut flowers soaked at home should be ready to eat, he asked Cheng's father to cut two pounds of lean and fatty meat, which would be perfect for making filling.
I'll steam some big meat buns tonight, and bring some over to my parents tomorrow too.
Mr. Cheng and Mrs. Wu were quite surprised. They didn't know what their daughter was going to do with so much meat, but they didn't ask too many questions. After all, their daughter seemed to know what she was doing now.
There were many customers buying meat, so Cheng Yue couldn't even talk to her parents. She could only say goodbye and go home first.
Upon returning to the village, Cheng Yue first delivered two jin of meat to Liu Chunlai's house. Because the last time she delivered chicken, it attracted Zhao's attention, this time none of the family dared to speak loudly.
Unable to refuse, he had no choice but to accept it, lest he attract Zhao's attention again.
Zhao and Li Manying had been arguing all morning, and things had just calmed down for a while. They didn't want to hear any more of that foul language.
After leaving Liu Chunlai's house, Cheng Yue went to the village head's place. Only Feng Shi and her children were at home. Hearing that Cheng Yue had come to deliver meat, they hurriedly left.
This load of meat looks like it weighs several pounds, costing tens of coins. How many pounds of grain could that buy?
Cheng Yue had a way of getting her to accept it, and after delivering the meat, she pushed the cart home.
Feng sighed, "What a wonderful child! Zhao is truly unlucky."
But thinking about it, she deserves it. Someone like her can't hold onto good fortune even if you give her the chance.
When Cheng Yue returned home, Chen An had already prepared the meal. Although he couldn't get out of bed, he had crutches, so he wasn't completely immobile.
I can't be of much help right now, but I can cook, though not as well as Cheng Yue.
Cheng Yue didn't care about that. The feeling of coming home to a hot meal was more important than whether it tasted good or not.
In order to ensure they could enjoy the food readily available in the future, Cheng Yue praised Chen An lavishly, and the three children followed suit, praising Chen An until his face turned red.
Many years later, Chen An took on all the household chores and, seeing Cheng Yue lounging around with her legs crossed, realized that it was all his wife's scheme...
After the meal, Cheng Yue was about to go up the mountain to look for other things when she saw a thin, small figure running over in a panic.
"Cui Cui? Why are you running so fast? What happened?"
The young girl who came was Liu Cuicui, Zhao Xiangxiu's youngest daughter. She looked like something had happened, so Cheng Yue quickly asked.
Liu Cuicui was already thin and frail, and after running so fast, she was panting heavily, bent over, and after catching her breath, she said:
"Aunt Cheng Yue, it's not that something's wrong at my house, but a horse-drawn carriage has come to the village and they're asking about you! My mother happened to run into it on her way out and was worried something might happen, so she told me to come and tell them right away."
Cheng Yue breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that nothing bad had happened to Zhao Xiangxiu's family; it had given her quite a fright.
As for who the person was, she could guess. After all, among the people she knew, who could afford a carriage?
Seeing that Liu Cuicui was sweating profusely from running, Cheng Yue called Chen Tong to make her a cup of sweet soup, but Chen Tong glanced at the kitchen, smiled, and didn't say anything.
Cheng Yue looked over and saw that Chen Lin had already come out with a bowl. She thought to herself, "My son is quite perceptive."
Liu Cuicui waved her hands repeatedly. She was just there to deliver a message and dared not drink such expensive things. Aunt Cheng Yue had already been good enough to her family.
"Drink up, it's so sweet." Chen Lin pursed his lips and awkwardly pushed the bowl forward. Liu Cuicui thought Chen Lin was angry and might break the bowl, so she had no choice but to take it with a blush.
Chen Tong and Chen Ning chuckled softly, while Cheng Yue looked puzzled.
Seeing Chen An's nonchalant expression, she realized that her eldest son was completely oblivious; he clearly had feelings for the young girl.
It's obvious that Chen An and her two daughters knew, but she didn't. What kind of mother was the original owner of this body...?
Although she was only twelve years old, she had already started paying attention to marriage proposals in ancient times, which was not considered precocious.
After all, who hasn't had a crush on a male classmate when they were a teenager? It's normal to be a little naive and confused at that age.
Seeing everyone smiling at her, Liu Cuicui's thin face looked like it was on fire. "Aunt Cheng Yue, if there's nothing else, I'll head back now."
After saying that, he shoved the bowl into Chen Lin's hand and disappeared in an instant.
"Xiao Lin, you're so fierce, no wonder you scared Cuicui away."
Chen Lin blushed instantly after being teased by Cheng Yue, and went into the kitchen with his head down.
The others chuckled; kids just can't resist being teased.
After laughing, Cheng Yue didn't think about it anymore. The child was still young, and she should let things take their natural course when it came to relationships.
Chen Ning looked towards the door and her eyes widened. "Mom, look! The carriage that Sister Cui Cui mentioned is here, but why is there someone leading an ox behind it?"
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